[ he glances at her. his eyes - once the frigid blue of his fathers - have taken on a new hue in this new world. there's a faint green glow to them in the dim light, unrelated to the flickering flames or the blue lighting underneath them. ]
I don't believe in fate.
[ isn't the right way to start this off, he doesn't think. but he's not good with his words the way he is with his fists. ]
But there has to be a reason we keep finding a way back to each other. I feel one, at least.
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I don't believe in fate.
[ isn't the right way to start this off, he doesn't think. but he's not good with his words the way he is with his fists. ]
But there has to be a reason we keep finding a way back to each other. I feel one, at least.